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Johannesburg, Gauteng, South Africa
I am a white African. Contradiction in terms? I think not. Sometimes my blog will be serious; sometimes sad; sometimes irreverent; sometimes witty; always my truth simply written.

Wednesday, November 17, 2010

Even More of my Favourite Things....

There are many, many good things about South Africa.  It is these good things that will ensure that I never succumb to any desire to emigrate.

We have an average of 8.5 hours sunshine daily!


You've heard that Africa is 'wild'?  Well, in South Africa we have modern cities with skyscrapers and shopping malls and world-renowned restaurants.  Below is a picture of the Johannesburg CBD.



We have modern hotels lining the beach in our seaside cities.  Below is Durban beachfront in KwaZulu Natal



We have major contrasts in our landscape with some regions being semi-desert



while others are rain-forests



Apart from our wildlife and wonderful scenery our country is also blessed with great mineral wealth, particularly diamonds, gold and platinum.







In South Africa we have few natural disasters, the worst I can recall in my lifetime being the occasional flood, one small earthquake that caused a bit of damage, and a tornado every now and again.  Loss of life due to natural disasters has been minimal.  The mining operations in our country are far more dangerous and take their toll in human life.

We have golf courses that look like this....



and any sport or outdoor activity under the sun that you could want to participate in.  Hot air balloons are one of the ways to enjoy our wonderful scenery.



Dare I say it again?

We have sunshine for an average of 8.5 hours per day.


Please visit again and find out more good things about my wild and wonderful homeland.

Ciao.

Monday, November 8, 2010

MORE OF MY FAVOURITE THINGS....


As my previous postings have been largely about what I do not like about South Africa, I am now doing a series of postings about what I do like about my beautiful homeland.  This is the second posting in the series My Favourite Things...
  • The sun shines for an average of 8.5 hours a day.
  • We  have the Great White Shark frolicking along our coastline... Crazy folk come from all over the world to go cage diving with this ugly brute... Give us a kiss Gorgeous...

  •  The Right Southern Whale is also resident along our coastline...



  • In Kimberley we have the biggest man-made hole in the world.

  •  Since our first democratic elections in 1994 thousands of citizens who had never owned a house have received houses like these, with electricity and running water.
  •  the people of South Africa are a very friendly bunch....


          

  • On average we have 8.5 hours a day SUNSHINE!
 
Ciao


These images are courtesy of
SA Tourism
Stefan Jacobs

Sunday, November 7, 2010

A few of my favourite things...

A few weeks ago a visitor to this blog pointed out to me that non-South Africans might like to know about some of the positive aspects of South Africa. I told her I would do it some time in the future ... and the future is now.

Jeez... Did she have any idea how much effort I would have to put into figuring the positive aspects out? It is just so much easier to focus on the negatives, isn’t it? After grinding my teeth and pulling my hair out - oh no, that was because I was doing a reinstall on my pc at the time and almost everything had to be reloaded - this is what I came up with. I have thought of so many things that I am going to do a few postings every day. Hope you enjoy...
  • The sun shines for an average of 8.5 hours a day.
  • We have endless beautiful white sunny soft sandy beaches
  •  Signs that used to segregate us by race, such as "Beach and Sea - Whites Only" (you'd better believe it), are not part of South Africa today.
  • In 2010 our rapid transport rail system became operational in one small but economically vital section of Gauteng.  Citizens are so excited about this that they are having family outings to take a fifteen minute ride on it.
  • We have 232 mountain passes in South Africa

  • In addition to buses, trains, planes, and metered taxis, we have millions of mini-bus taxis that take us here there and everywhere very cheaply.
  • We have an amazing range of wildlife.  The best known are lions, leopards, elephants, water buffalo and rhinos, commonly known as the Big Five (although they could soon become the Big Four if rhino poaching continues unabated).  Contrary to what some people believe these animals do not roam freely in our streets but the do roam freely in hundreds of game reserves around the country.
  • By far the vast majority of people are extremely hospitable and friendly.   
  • We voluntarily stopped manufacturing nuclear weapons.
     
  • The sun shines for an average of 8.5 hours a day.

    Ciao.

    Acknowledgements
    Images courtesy of MediaClubSouthAfrica and photographers as follows:
    Elephant Cow and Calf - Mary Alexander
    Tsitsikamma Forest Road - Rodger Bosch
    Baobab Tree - Graeme Williams

    The other images are property of MEC Friedenthal 

    Wednesday, November 3, 2010

    SA's Political 'Youth' Leagues...

    The age group of members of the ANC Youth League is 14-35! The IFP’s age bracket is 18-40! The DA has an age group of 18-30 which is more reasonable, but still a bit off, I think. Insofar as other political parties go, I’m unsure of their age requirements for their ‘youth’, but I think the three aforementioned parties suit my needs for now.

    Surely by definition ‘middle’ means halfway? At present the average life expectancy of South Africans is approximately 60 years of age. Therefore, middle-age would be approximately 30 years of age. Yet these ‘middle-aged’ individuals are running the “youth” leagues in this country... Some of them will even die of illnesses related to ‘old age’ before they qualify to join the main political organisation!

    What really bothers me is that members of any ‘youth’ league are allowed to be so old that they could have been the parent(s) of the youngest members of the ‘youth’ league? E.g. a 35-year-old could quite easily be the parent of a fourteen-year-old!!!

    I would think that 18-28 is the desirable age grouping for any ‘youth’ league in this country, or anywhere for that matter. This age grouping would target young adults as opposed to individuals ranging from puberty to middle-age!!

    In South Africa one only becomes eligible to vote at age eighteen, so the ANC with its 14 lower age limit is catching its members at a very vulnerable age.

    Ask yourself: What does a 35-year-old have in common with a) youth and b) a fourteen-year-old? Nothing, that’s what! I would think there are some very unhealthy relationships in existence in some of these organisations.

    I would like to ask the supporters of all the many registered political parties in South Africa to call upon their organisations to rethink their ‘youth’ league age groupings to more accurately reflect the voting ‘youth’ of the country as opposed to middle-aged voters.

    What do you think?


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    Tuesday, November 2, 2010

    When Murder isn't Murder

    A recent Reuters newspaper report about the trial of a ‘teen soldier’, Omar Khadr, who killed a special forces soldier, US Sergeant 1st Class Christopher Speer in 2002, has left me very confused.

    In the report (The Star, Friday October 29, 2010) Speer’s widow, Tabitha Speer, apparently told Omar Khadr that “You will always be a murderer in my eyes.” Please do not think that I do not feel the utmost sympathy for Tabitha and her kids, but I cannot understand why Tabitha Speer can sincerely believe that this was an act of murder as opposed to an act of war. Premature death is an occupational hazard for anyone in the armed forces.

    This Muslim Canadian teenager was living in a village in Afghanistan when a firefight broke out between villagers/militants and the armed forces. During the ensuing fight this Canadian Muslim teenager, aged 15 at the time, apparently killed US Sergeant 1st Class Christopher Speer and was severely wounded himself.

    If Speer had killed Khadr, would Tabitha have considered Speers to be a murderer? If a soldier dies during a firefight is he ‘murdered’ or is he slain on the battlefield?

    Each of these men (well, one was a man and one was just a boy who had been brainwashed into thinking he was a man) were fighting for something they believed in.

    Perhaps I am a total idiot, but I cannot see Khadr as being a cold-blooded murderer in this instance. Of course, had he been a suicide bomber targeting civilians in a shopping mall, I would have considered that outright murder. But in a politically motivated skirmish in what was to all intents and purposes a war zone?

    This is obviously a very complicated story, made more so by the fact that Khadr was tried in a US war crimes(?) tribunal, but even so, from where I sit, I’m not sure that it is right to call a ‘soldier’, who kills another ‘soldier’ during battle, a murderer, irrespective of which side he/she is on.

    Tabitha, as a soldier your husband knew that the very nature of war is death and I hope you, and your lovely children, can find it in your heart to forgive this man for killing him because if you can’t you are going to be eaten alive by hatred.

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    Monday, November 1, 2010

    One Wish...

    For some reason, with Christmas just around the corner again, I got to thinking about what I would ask for if a genie granted me one wish.
    • I could ask for world peace
    • I could ask for South Africa to be crime-free
    • I could ask for an end to world hunger
    • I could ask for an end to all disease
    • I could ask for education for all
    • I could ask for women to rule the world
    • I could ask for politicians to fulfil their election promises
    • I could ask for orgasm-less sex to control the world population

    The list seemed endless.

    As I pondered all the weighty issues that the world is confronted with, I felt my shoulders drooping – yes, actually drooping - with the responsibility of making a good wish, even though it is just a wish in theory. I know that a wish has to be very specific or it can go s-o-o-o wrong. In my last job I used to wish that I was anywhere except in my corporate office and ABRACADABRA!!, without even offering me a wish, a genie granted me a medical boarding I didn’t want and I am no longer in that corporate office...

    So, based on past experience of wishes coming true, I knew that my wish would have to be a good wish. A wish that would not be wasted. A wish that was specific enough not to be misunderstood. A wish that would not just cause even more problems in the world.

    I mulled over the right wish for a long time and then... By jove, I had it!!!
    In a moment of absolute clarity and honesty, I realised what my one wish would be. If it was granted it would give such joy.

    If a genie granted me one wish I would ask that I, (me, myself, personally) have the only winning ticket for the Powerball jackpot that is drawn in South Africa on 2 November 2010.

    Call me shallow, but I have needs. (I also have some fears... Is that wish specific enough... Is there room there for any misunderstanding... Could I get millions of something else by mistake... ) If a genie gave me three wishes I could worry about the problems of the world, but one wish only enough to take care of own needs...

    So, if a genie, true to form, grants my wish without even offering me a wish to begin with, I promise you I'm not going to tell a soul.

    Thursday, October 28, 2010

    Near Death Experience

    Somehow I feel cheated ... I’ve been thinking back to my recent operation and, where I had anticipated such a lekker sleep after the anaesthetic, all I got was nausea... Lots ‘n lots of nausea. And pain that wasn’t controlled properly for the first 24 hours... Oh, ja, there was lots of that too.

    That isn’t right... If one has to have an op, the least those medical types can do is ensure that you have a GOOD anaesthetic experience that allows you to sleep blissfully afterwards and... KILL THE PAIN people...

    I have also been wondering what weird questions or statements I may have come out with when I was being ‘resuscitated’ after the op... Fortunately there’s no one who can tell me. I can remember, with a previous operation, as I came around I could hear kids crying. I didn’t know at the time that the poor little blighters had just been subjected to tonsillectomies. All I was aware of was the fact that I had just had knee surgery and, even though it was &*(#$%@ sore, all I wanted to do was sleep. You know, that lekker anaesthetic sleep that the anaesthetist for that op at least got right...

    Anyway, at the top of my lungs I told anyone who would listen to ‘tell those kids to SHUT UP!’ Not once, but numerous times. I’m surprised they never gagged me to shut me up.

    Did you know that ‘they’ say you are technically dead when you have a general anaesthetic? Yup, technically dead. It’s no wonder we talk such crap when we come around. I think the brain and the mouth need a while to reconnect... Strange though, if we are technically dead under anaesthetic why is it that I have never had a near-death experience? I’ve had numerous operations but not even one near-death experience. My dad, who was basically an atheist his entire life, had a near-death experience during an operation when he was in his fifties. If there is no after-life someone should explain to me why, after that experience, my dad went from being a total atheist to someone who walked with God every day for the next twenty or so years of his life.

    When my dad told us about his near-death experience (he was shocked back to life after dying during the operation) we never thought he was being weird. He was totally sincere. Somehow it wasn’t strange to hear him say, inter alia, that he had seen a ‘being of light’ who told him: “Don’t be afraid. I am with you.”

    Far weirder are some of the things I know that other people have said when they came around after general anaesthetic:
    “Give me my panties...”
    “Give me my teeth...”
    “Let work know that I’m alive...”
    “That doctor has the sexiest smile...”

    Man, we can talk crap when our defences are down, can’t we? Sometimes we can talk crap when they’re up too...

    There are a lot of truths in this posting, but if you only pick up on one bit of truth in it, let it be the fact that my dad genuinely had a near-death experience that changed not only his life, but ours as a family too...

    Ciao for now.


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    Wednesday, October 27, 2010

    Water, Water, Everywhere...

    When Mad Max and I moved to Johannesburg in the 1990’s, Bruma Lake was ‘brand new’ and something that everyone wanted to experience. Much like the ‘brand new’ Gautrain that everyone and his brother is going for at least one ride on at present. ‘In the beginning’ Bruma Lake was actually quite a nice place, particularly at night, with lights from shops, hotels and offices reflecting off the water. Bruma Lake was supposed to be a boating lake but I don’t think that ever really took off. Built on the Jukskei River which is, in my opinion, a stream rather than a river, Bruma Lake’s popularity soon waned.

    And, it seems, as its popularity waned so Bruma Lake’s problems increased. Or is it that is problems arose its popularity waned? How is it that a destination that was quite popular some two decades ago is now almost considered a no-go zone by most South Africans? Apart from the fact that drug dealers operate quite openly in the area, on a few occasions bodies have been fished out of the lake. Perhaps the corpses were those of drug addicts, or rival drug dealers, who were murdered and dumped. Although, in fairness, one could be forgiven for thinking that they were simply the corpses of people who had been killed by the high levels of eColi that are present in the lake (and the river) these days.

    It seems that acceptable levels of eColi in a water sample are in a range of 0 – 2,000 per 100ml of water. In Bruma Lake recent eColi levels were recorded as being approximately 2,400,000 per 100ml of water. That is well over one thousand times higher than the acceptable maximum levels of eColi in water. The reason for this sorry state of affairs is that, inter alia, sewerage has been flowing into the Jukskei river at an alarming rate due to blocked sewers and sewage pollution from informal settlements. This is not a new problem either. It is just a problem that has not received adequate corrective and proactive attention over the past two decades or so.

    Due to the fact that the Jukskei river ultimately flows into the Crocodile River, and thus into Hartbeespoort Dam, these unacceptably high levels of eColi are now becoming present in water that is used for irrigating food crops in the vicinity of Hartbeespoort Dam. Apparently this is just one of the many sources of pollution of Hartbeespoort Dam and, countrywide, the quality of water in South Africa is declining at an alarming rate. Was a time when you could open a tap and drink water straight from it in almost any region in the country. This is no longer the case, I’m afraid. Some experts believe that by 2015 at least 80% of the country’s water supplies will be contaminated beyond the point of purification and will be totally unfit for consumption by man or beast. At least one major food chain has been cancelling fresh produce contracts due to the presence of eColi on the fresh produce.

    What has led to this disastrous state of affairs?

    Is it overcrowding in the cities due to a never-ending influx of illegal immigrants and rural citizens due to lack of sustainable employment opportunities in rural areas and the added strain their presence places on the sewerage systems?

    Is it incompetence caused by blind implementation of Affirmative Action and Black Economic Empowerment?

    Is it due to falsification of qualifications and nepotism?

    Is it lack of understanding about the importance, no the essential nature, of good hygiene practices?

    Is it due to industrialisation and mining without any checks and balances in place?

    It is all-of-the above, plus.

    But, I think, even more importantly and the scariest question of all: Does anyone in power actually understand that our scarce water resources are being totally polluted to the point where we will not be able to use them to feed the nation? Wait till the masses are truly starving and see what happens then...

    On a positive note: At least we can still drink water straight from the tap in Johannesburg right now.


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    Sunday, October 24, 2010

    Sunday Morning

    This morning I awoke at dawn with a ‘popping’ sensation in my abdomen. Having just had a total abdominal hysterectomy, my first instinct was that I had somehow succeeded in ripping internal stitches apart. However, as I lay in bed, slowly coming to my senses, I decided that everything was still okay and, instead of leaping from bed in distress I lay quietly, savouring the sounds of Sunday morning in my neighbourhood.

    Well, perhaps I didn’t savour them all...

    The predominant sound was that of a helicopter circling nearby and I wondered idly whether they were looking for a hi-jacked motor vehicle so early on a Sunday morning. In closer proximity, the intermittent sound of traffic moving along the nearby main road spoke of a lazy weekend as opposed to a pressured weekday. As someone walked along the street, the irritating dogs next door set up their awful, ear-shattering barking and I cursed not only them, but also their owners whom I have never once heard chasten them to be quiet. Not once. Those dogs bark like that day in and day out until I am fit to commit murder. Got to do something about it, but what? This is South Africa and all I know about my neighbours on that side, hiding behind their eight-foot walls and vicious dogs is that they are foreigners and there are quite a few of them living on the property. Would hate to piss them off if they are the vengeful kind...

    As the dogs quieten down again I refocus my thought on the helicopter that is still circling, but further away now. Down the street an impatient foot on an accelerator revs a car engine and, from one of the many backyard rooms nearby, I hear the clatter of pots and pans, the flush of a toilet. Then, seemingly directly on the other side of the eight-foot wall I hear one of my anonymous neighbours clearing phlegm from his throat... and my stomach somersaults nauseatingly.

    As the sounds of human endeavour and life increase in this overpopulated concrete jungle, where backyard rooms are mushrooming and gardens and trees are disappearing at an alarming rate, I hear the chatter of birds. I savour the cheerful, chirping, cheeping, chattering birds going about their business, just as they do every day of the week. No faster, no slower, no earlier, no later.

    Curling into the foetal position, I shut out the increasingly noisy sounds of a city that is slowly awakening and focus my thought on all the little feathered creatures greeting the day. Smiling, I drift back into lazy Sunday morning sleep.


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    Wednesday, October 13, 2010

    Big Five

    South Africa is renowned for its Big Five: these are the elephant, the rhino, the water buffalo, the leopard and the lion. Anyone who visits a game reserve can be forgiven for thinking they had died and gone to heaven if they manage to see the Big Five during their game drives. It is actually quite difficult to see game that is camouflaged by the shade of a tree or the long grass.

    There are still many people in the world who confuse a game reserve with a zoo, where it is easy to see the Big Five in their confined enclosures. In Africa game reserves are vast tracts of land where some really beautiful, and truly scary, wild animals roam free.

    Over the years we have had some incidents, fortunately isolated, of tourists hopping out of their vehicles to photograph these animals. The result has been disastrous for the tourist. One thing anyone visiting Africa must remember is ‘DO NOT GET OUT OF YOUR VEHICLE!’ when viewing game in a game reserve unless you can run faster than a hungry lion or an angry rhinoceros or a rampaging bull elephant. The water buffalo is, arguably, the most dangerous of them all. The leopard only hunts at night, so is unlikely to attack during the day unless startled.

    The Big Five are magnificent. You don’t have to take my word for it, just look them up on the internet. However, soon they could be reduced to the Big Four which doesn’t seem very appealing, does it?

    Sadly there are some very greedy, and extremely ignorant, people on this planet who believe that it is okay to kill a rhino for its horn, which is worth about one million south African rands on the black market (black meaning illegal and not a race group). As a result the rhino is now under threat of extinction due to the relentless pursuit of wealth by poachers and the end users who, falsely, believe that rhino horn has medicinal value.

    In South Africa more than 200 rhino have been butchered for their horns in 2010 alone. This is an astronomical problem if you take into account that there are less than 10000 white rhino in South Africa and less than 2000 black rhino. White rhinos are a protected species, black rhinos are an endangered species. What may have saved the black rhino to some extent is that white rhino horn, which is bigger than black rhino horn, is more valuable on the black market. But when you’re flying in a helicopter, at night, can you see whether the rhino you are about to target is black or white. In fact, can you even see that the rhino has a horn at all in the dark? Many rhinos have been stripped of their horns, their protection against predators, in an effort to stem the poaching. However, when a rhino sans horn is tracked it is killed anyway so that the poachers are never misled into tracking it again! When I say killed I am also being kind as many of these magnificent creatures are left to bleed to death. Such cruelty, on every front. One that survived recently had nine bullets pumped into her. Seems that someone is trying to get 50 Cent (the singer) to adopt her now ‘cos of the similarity of their near death experiences...

    The good news is that our government has declared war on poachers and is arresting them fast and furiously at present. However, even if the cases are proven, the maximum sentences are insignificant. A maximum of five years in jail for contributing to eliminating a species from the face of the earth?

    Justice sucks, even when it works, doesn’t it? Perhaps the Assets Forfeiture unit can attach all their bank accounts and worldly possessions as a form of restitution? That would give them a bit of pain...

    On my poetry blog I have posted a poem I wrote about a rhino if you would like to view it. Since writing the poem I have learned that rhino horn is, apparently, not used as an aphrodisiac but I am not prepared to change the poem as I feel there must have been some basis for those assertions over the years. You know the old adage, “where there’s smoke there’s fire...”


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    Monday, October 11, 2010

    Nationalisation

    The chorus for nationalisation of the mines and banks in South Africa is becoming increasingly raucous. The logic being used to sway the masses is that if the mines, and whatever else, are nationalised then the profits can be used to finance free education.

    How realistic is the call when, apparently, the only state-owned mine in the country runs at a massive loss?

    Also, what is the REAL motive behind the call? In my experience there is normally the stated motive, which is trumpeted abroad for all and sundry to hear and debate, and then there is the REAL motive. The one that is discussed either in hushed voices behind closed doors or, more often than not, loudly in pubs with alcohol-soaked voices rising in direct proportion to the level of inebriation of the speaker.

    What is the hidden agenda?

    Could it be that many people who were given shares in the mines and banks after South Africa became a democracy, unhappy with the current value of those shares, want to cash in on them in a big way?

    “They” tell us that black mine owners have no problem with nationalisation of their mines. Is that because the reserves in the mines the black mine owners bought have been virtually exhausted, having been purchased at the end of their viable life? So-called white mine owners (most mines are stock exchange listed to my knowledge so shareholders could be from anywhere, and any race group, in the world) are fighting tooth and nail to prevent nationalisation happening.

    Call me cynical, but when I hear the vuvuzela, sorry, Julius Malema trumpeting about nationalisation I cannot help but wonder what the REAL reason is for that call.

    Notes:
    1. For those who did not get to watch the FIFA World Cup 2010, a vuvuzela is a plastic ‘horn’ that makes a very loud and obnoxious sound and doesn’t add any value to anything. It definitely does not enable meaningful dialogue to take place in its presence. Excessive use of the vuvuzlea during the world cup even resulted in a new medical condition: Vuvu lips! I kid you not!! They have no relationship to Botox lips, although I think that both the bearers (wearers?) of Vuvu Lips and Botox Lips experience the same lack of sensation.
    2. Julius Malema is president of the ANC Youth League.

    I decided to post the following poem on this blog, rather than on my other blog at http://bleedingmoonpoetry.blogspot.com because I feel it says exactly how I feel about certain individuals in this country.

    EMPTY VESSEL
    When
    you speak
    we hear a
    vuvuzela.
    You are obnoxious.
    you grate on every nerve.
    You overwhelm the voices
    of stability and reason
    with the drivel you sprout so freely.

    When you speak we hear a vuvuzela.


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